Desc: Action/Adventure sci-fi Sex Story: Chapter 1: Grandma's Revenge - A Grandmother tracks her grandchild's rapist and killer to the moon where she takes control of his life

Steve Nolan walked briskly into the room, conscious of the lesser gravity, careful to walk easy so as to avoid the tendency to bounce with each step. He didn't stop or greet anyone; he strode straight to the podium. A table sat next to the podium and he opened his phone, setting it on the table, aimed at the wall behind him. The wall was transformed into a viewer, he thought of the data code number making the screen open with a title sheet; he thought, 'Freeze.' He turned to face his audience.

"Gentlemen," his eyes ran down the table noting each man's face, "and Ladies," he smiled at the two women, sitting in chairs half way between the table and the door. Granted there was no room at the table but he was unsure of why they were here. Both were in their middle age with the older pushing the threshold of forced retirement. They wore laser tags stuck to their collars, but they were too far away to scan from the podium, but they had been vetted. Still their presence disturbed him; he forced them from his mind and addressed the group.

"We have come into some information that has us concerned. It appears that someone has smuggled information packets into the crew pods that we have sent out to our first planetary seeding operations. We are not sure if each package was the same but in the one we recovered, we found a Bible, both old and new testaments, as well as a Book of Mormon and a Koran. They covered all the major religions as well as a collection of the sayings of Confucius and Chairman Mao, several volumes of earth history, and a sprinkling of books dealing with design mechanics, electronics and weaponry." Nolan watched the reactions of the men as he spoke but the women were at the far end of the table and they had the light from the passage way shining behind them.

"It seems that the terrorists are believers in equal opportunity when it comes to using religion as a weapon. I have been advised that this is a serious threat to the success of our efforts to seed planets with people." Nolan let his eyes go around the oblong table seeking the eye contact that was so important to both leadership and salesmanship. "The company wants us to determine if possession of the information poses a threat to our expectations."

Nolan's eyes fell on the older of the two women, she was a tall slim woman, her grey hair was worn short, so much like a man's that he wondered if she was a bit on the butch side of life. Suddenly, realizing she had his attention, she stood up and asked a question, "Do we know how they got the materials into the crew pods?" She paused for a beat and then continued, "How were the sterilization procedures by-passed?"

No deer was ever caught in the headlights worst than Nolan was, he stood in stupid silence for a moment and then answered her question as honestly as he could. "As best we can tell, at this point in the investigation, we think it was introduced inside the equipment containers. They used printed pages assembled into books, and used as spacers under and between pieces of heavy equipment. Since it was totally non-electronic none of the scans picked them up." The old woman just stood there like she was waiting for him to finish, even after he was done talking.

Nolan decided to go back to his prepared statement but as he looked around the table he realized that everyone was waiting, wanting to hear what he had to say. But the reason why had nothing to do with sterilization procedures; at this point they wanted to see how Nolan was going to handle this power play by the old woman. He was forced to expand on his answer. "We only found it because we were alerted by a hand written note we found folded into the crew uniforms and stored on board. Since the uniforms came vacuumed packed and sterile, we think the note was planted by someone at the work camp where they were assembled. Troops have been sent there and we should know more shortly."

"Where were the work camps responsible for the assembly of the packs located?" she asked. The woman looked familiar to him, he had seen her somewhere, but where?

The woman had not sat back down but remained standing, as if she might have many more questions. Nolan decided to start playing it safe keeping his answers to the point. "It was a camp located in Florida, that's where we do most of our assemblies because of the high number of work camps already in production mode."

"Yes, I'm quite familiar with the area. It has a reputation as a place where people exist on a lower rung of the evolutionary ladder." She gave Nolan a bitter hard smile. "I'm sure you would agree with that wouldn't you Mr. Nolan?"

Nolan would've agreed if she had given him the time but she cut him off just as he started to speak.

"The equipment containers, where did you say they were assembled?" she asked.

The tall woman had an air about her that set off screaming warnings inside Nolan's head. He had hesitated too long, she cut him off again.

"Wait, let me guess," the old woman's face showed some teeth but it wasn't really a smile, "I'll bet you your job that they were assembled in Florida."

Nolan was beginning to see that this was a designed hatchet job; this bitch came here to destroy him, but why? He couldn't figure why. He had to know where she was coming from before he could get the fuck out of the way. 'Who could've sent her?'

Her voice cut into his thoughts, she was talking again. "Where, it seems, the knuckle dragging retards, are out smarting your men on a regular basis." Her boney old face held no womanly softness, her mouth was shut so hard it was as thin as a knife's edge. It was the face of an old warrior, a warrior who had watched many an adversary go down before her. It was the face of a person used to winning.

"You're correct; it was another camp in Florida." Nolan wasn't sure what had happened but somehow the meeting had turned into a trial and he was the defendant. In an effort to show he was in control of the situation he added, "As a matter of fact we have sent troops to twenty six different camps, all located in the pan-handle of the state. We will soon know how pervasive the rot is." Nolan did not like the way this woman had him on defense after just a few well placed questions. He tried to lighten the mood. "Everybody has known for years that people are crazy down there. Hell even now the desertion rate among company personnel there is three times what it is anywhere else. Something in the water makes people want to go native down there." As Nolan spoke his hand pointed at the earth through the viewport but Florida was on the dark side of the Earth and couldn't be seen.

The slim old woman paid his attempt at humor no mind, choosing instead to press her attack, "How long has this been going on? Do you even know? No, of course you don't. Do you know what this means to the Human Race? No, why should you trouble yourself to understand what your failure to do your job is really doing?"

Nolan didn't even know who this bitch was, but she had his number. He tried once more to reach out to her. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

She bristled with anger as she replied, "Karen Bates, director of Human Resources and Vice President in charge of the planetary seeding project. I'm the person you should have come to with this problem instead of calling this meeting to try and cover your sorry ass. Single handedly you may have screwed up a project nearly thirty years in the making." Karen stopped talking and forced herself to take several deep breaths. After the short pause and visible efforts to control her anger she said, "We will talk about this after the presentation. Please continue Mr. Nolan." Nobody in the room doubted that Steve Nolan was in deep shit. People like Karen Bates held power greater than the Kings and Presidents of the past. She literally held the power of life and death out here on the company's moon colony, she was God here.

Nolan was so shaken he had trouble making his mind focus; it took three tries before he could think clearly enough for his phone to start the data flow again ... He started to resume his prepared commentary and than thought better of it, deciding instead to let the voice over provided by the videos stand on its own. He thought the room code and 'Dim lights, ' the lights dimmed, darkening the room. 'Resume, ' he thought and the screen came to life behind him. "These videos were taken from the five year reports sent by the satellite's automated reporting system," he said and turned to watch, but his mind was churning, going through all the people that could have it in for him. Karen fucking Bates was far too powerful to be here as someone's errand boy, she was here for her own reasons. What could she know that would make her this angry at him?

He scanned the room, finding her standing in the shadow of the doorway, the only exit from the room. In the glow reflected from the viewing wall he could see the age in her face, the gray in her short hair. She must have felt the weight of his eyes because she turned her head to look directly at him, the light of the screen reflected in her eyes like they were lasers. Nolan was surprised he hadn't recognized her, hell, he walked by her picture every morning when he walked through the main entrance from below. Karen Bates looked like an old lady in that painting on the wall but the woman standing in the doorway with eyes like lasers didn't look like an old lady at all; she looked like an old gunfighter, one that had yet to lose, a survivor of the corporate infighting for the last forty years.

Now, this most powerful woman had come to the moon and his name was at the top of her shit list. The video had started with the launching of the pods, cut out all the time spent in space and cut to the arrival at the seeding planet, he turned to watch as his mind tried to figure a way to survive this situation he was in.

The screens showed the missiles hurtling through the darkness of space. As we follow the progress of the projectiles the cameras turn as they pass and suddenly we can see a planet from low orbit. The missiles streak by on their paths to an area in the center of the globe below. When they reached a distance of a kilometer from the surface, the outer shells ejected themselves, spinning out into space and falling along side the now naked shiny hardened probes as they shot toward the planet at speeds faster than any bullet.

The pod's braking rockets kicked in, reducing the speeds to the six hundred miles per hour needed to penetrate the planet's crust to the desired depth. The outer shell without benefit of breaking rockets hit the surface at a speed just shy of mach four vaporizing on impact. Seconds later the hardened probes struck, their composite noses grinding themselves down until they disintegrated leaving only the hardened core to penetrate the thirty feet it needed to be safe. It happened fast. There was no sound. It was a hard rain of large bodies falling from the black sky in two waves to a collision with the small planet. When they hit, the jettisoned outer shells and the ground exploded in dust clouds, covering the entire valley with the thick fog for maybe twenty seconds or so before it slowly settled back to the ground.

The soil had the dryness of baby powder and was just as fine. There was no wind to blow it away, and no atmosphere to support it, so it fell back to the surface like wet sand rather than dry powder. The carbon powder that was all that was left of the outer shells mixed with the powdery soil as it fell in a wide circle. When the planet's sun's light hit the mixture it began to change the electrical charge of the ground to an even stronger negative.

Even though it was a violent explosion, it was not a solitary one. The three hundred pods fell like rain hitting the small planet in a pattern that had been worked out decades ago. The valley, really an old crater left from an ancient meteor strike, covered over fifty square kilometers. The pods fell making the valley floor jump like a pond's surface in a hard rain. Fifteen minutes and it was over. The dust had fallen back to the ground and other then the darker dust of the outer shells forming wide circles around each impact site, it looked as it had before. You would never have been aware that anything out of the normal had occurred.

Underneath the surface though, things were happening, glass containers designed to break on impact were releasing their loads of chemicals to mix with others in several separate vats. Safe from radiation, buried in a manmade womb, the juices of life were put to work. Other chemicals had mixed and the heat from that reaction was warming the memory metal to the point where it started to unfurl itself, pushing a thin shoot of stainless metal through the soil until it reached the surface where it formed itself into a metal flower with the petals forming a daisy like circle. The light from the yellow star that served as this planet's sun started to generate current that was sent to be stored in batteries beside the mechanical wombs below. All the ingredients were here now for life to begin, all but time, but time was coming they just had to wait for it.

Year 2190, five years later

Looking down on the valley from the orbiting cameras, the valley had begun to take on a green hue. When the camera zooms in it reveals each metal flower had a long thin green tube growing out in a spiral pattern. Zooming in closer, it becomes apparent that the green tubes are hollow and clear in color. The green color that was so clear from orbit now looks more like a grayish green, the color of desert plants seen in moonlight. The clear tubes looked like plastic but in reality they were comprised of nano-bots created from silica. Silica is a element that is common in the soil there, they were reproducing themselves, using the soil of their new home. The nano-bots would be able to create as many of themselves as they might need to build any structure, right now they were creating a greenhouse comprised of two layers. The outer layer is for the foliage needed to capture the sunlight for the plants. The inner layer was a safe conduit for the plants' roots to use to get back down into the safety of the underground wombs. The nano-bots were constantly enlarging the tubes in length as well as girth, matching the plant in rate of growth...

Undetectable from above, small bubbles were beginning, forming a green shadow that surrounded the metal flower that was in reality a solar-collector/antennae.

Beneath the surface the probes had sunk shafts deeper into the host planet where water in the form of ice had been located. The convection of the heated water, formed when the ice was melted, rising up the slender tubes also sucked water into reservoirs where it was stored for the roots to use as needed. The wombs were warm and life was in full bloom within them as humanoid figures took shape. Unmarked by days, the time passed, the nano-bots worked and reproduced, ice melted, heat rose and water flowed, all unnoticed on the empty planet.

Year 2195, impact plus ten years

The valley was green and the surface was dotted with balloon like structures that rose up like green rocks surrounding the metal flowerlike shapes. A winding snake of foliage encased in a clear skin of silica stood at a height of four meters above the ground in that same spiral shape it formed all those years ago but now it had grown to the point that you could hardly see the ground between the winding snake and the balloons. The gases in the balloons held such a positive charge that they occasionally discharged lightning bolts of static electricity into the surrounding ground.

The first of the huge balloons began to break loose from their mounts and roll about the area with the negative charge, sparks flying as they bounced about. Pulled to and fro by the electric charge they moved in a way that was similar to a tree in a breeze. Struggling against, but unable to overcome the opposite charge of the planet that held them, the giant balloons bounced about, sometimes stacking themselves like magnetized paper clips into huge sculptures rising high into the black sky above. They trembled there. Caught between opposing forces, they were held in place, spurting electric discharges in all directions, until they fell slowly back to the surface in a brilliant display of lightning.

Year 2200, impact plus fifteen years

The valley was green from rim to rim. The big green balloons were stacked into static piles that soared to heights of forty meters in some places. They looked like manmade mountains as they soared into the blackness of the sky. The winding snakes of vegetation were pressed by the balloons on both sides forming canyons that spiraled through the green treelike balloons.

Underneath the ground in the wombs, forms were moving around. Cloned bacteria had begun to live and reproduce in the soil around the wombs and this was the first year that they had been allowed to escape. Hopefully they will spread out, working their way up to the surface. Mold was growing on the inside of some of the tubes and spreading fast. Gases were being exhaled by plants only to be inhaled by bacteria which in turn exhaled gases that the plants inhaled. Life was happening in the little green valley. The video stopped.

The group of scientist turned to one another to express their views on the amazing scenes the cameras were sharing with them. This was the first time any of them had actually seen what they were doing when they came to work. Terra-forming was still a word only used in science fiction in the world outside this complex. But now, with these images, it was undeniably real.

Nolan regained the group's attention by rapping his knuckles against the podium, the excited remarks faded into silence. "I am going to have a talk with Ms. Bates, in the meantime you folks can study this video report as much as you would like." He could see Karen Bates standing by the door waiting impatiently for him, the bitch still looked pissed. Reluctantly he walked to where she waited for him.

Karen watched as Steve Nolan made his way to her, she took notice of, and a degree of satisfaction in, the fear and uncertainty he tried not to show on his face. When he got close enough to speak, he held out his hand and started to say something. She cut him off. "Shut up and follow me." Ignoring his offered hand she turned and walked toward the office she had commandeered for her use while she was here. She had no doubt that Nolan was following behind like a puppy. She opened the office door and waited for Nolan to enter, then followed him into the office closing the door behind her.

Karen walked around the massive desk and sat down in the executive chair, fixing a hard stare on Nolan. He was older, older then she had thought he would be, and he was not so cocky now. She waited, letting the hostile silence build in the room like angry storm clouds. Nolan knew he was really in deep shit now. Her steady gaze told her when he was at the point of panic, ready for the last wound to his male pride. She began, "Nolan, do you know why we have everything that goes on board a Department of Justice pod sterilized?"

"To protect the environments of the worlds they are sent to, so we don't spread dangerous germs and other life forms," confident of his answer, he waited for her reply.

"That's correct, now do you know why we have anti virus protections on our computer systems?" Karen asked.

"Sure, the anti-virus programs protect our computer systems from being infected with a virus or being implanted with mal-ware or spy-ware of some sort." Again Nolan felt sure of his answer, wondering where this line of questioning was going.

"Correct again; I am mildly surprised. I would have thought that a man stupid enough to let every shipment that he was responsible for fail to pass inspection would have been too stupid to understand the principles behind those safeguards." Karen took out her own phone and directed the scene to play out on the wall.

The video showed a scene that Nolan recognized immediately; it was the work sheds at one of the Florida camps. He had been the overseer for the northern Florida camps for the sixteen years before he was promoted and moved to Moon Base City. The video zoomed in, going across the yard to a shed on the far side. Nolan had no ideal that the cameras could do that. The camera focused in on a man abusing a naked woman. Nolan experienced a strong sense of déjà vu as he watched; it seemed familiar to him in a way he couldn't understand. The man in the video faced the camera.

Nolan saw himself, much younger, maybe twelve or fourteen years ago. He slumped against the wall for support as he realized it was him on the screen holding a naked young woman. He remembered. Now he really had cause for fearing this woman.

The younger Nolan in the video pushed the screaming, begging, and sobbing woman against a packing container, forcing her to bend over the low container, he kicked her legs apart. The sound on the video was scratchy, but Nolan could hear the deadly menace in his voice as the Nolan in the video told the woman. "If you don't want your kids to suffer, if you don't want your old man to have an accident, if you want them to live a normal life, you better shut the fuck up."

The woman in the video stopped her struggling and lay inert across the crate. The Nolan in the video took something from a sealed envelope and pressed it into the woman's ass. Once again the office was filled with the menacing voice of video Nolan as he explained what was happening to the helpless woman. "Have you ever heard of a SCM? No, I wouldn't think so, it was only discovered two years ago and with all the excitement caused by the other areas that Nano-Tech had influenced, well it just kind of fell through the cracks so to speak." The angle of the camera was wrong to be able to see the insertion, but the body movements of both figures on the screen clearly showed the man shoving something up inside the woman. Nolan in the video spoke over the low painful groan of the woman, saying. "This is going to be your little reminder to do as you are told. If you don't, then this can happen." He pressed a button on a small remote. The woman screamed and fell down to her knees twitching and shaking. Her screams broken and distorted from the intensity of the pain. The younger, crueler Nolan in the video held the button down for ten seconds, closely watching the misery he was causing. After he stopped shocking her with the cattle prod app, and gave her a moment to catch her breath.

He moved to stand before her. "Now you get to guess what I want you to do for me; if you guess wrong then I hit this button." He acted as though he was going to press the button.

"Please," she cried, "I'll do what you want. Please don't shock me again, I'll do anything you want me to."

"Yes you will. By the way, you know that SCM never comes out; it will always be inside you waiting for my call." Heartless and without mercy the younger Nolan in the video crushed any hope the young woman might have had about her life when he said.

"From this moment on when ever I want anything, anything at all, you will come. And if you don't come fast enough then I will..." Nolan in the video hit the button, " ... do this." The woman collapsed; she was unable to scream but she lay jerking on the ground making noises like a hurt animal.

Karen stopped the video. "Nolan we found this video on a security camera. We were checking to see if we could find the people who planted the packets but we found you instead." Karen had been looking at the video, but she now turned to face Nolan. "You should have kept up with your intra-company memos. If you had, then you would have known about the upgrades we made on the security cameras. We put in constant full three hundred and sixty degrees with long range audio parabolic dishes. We took security a bit more seriously than you did. Pity, if you had performed your job description, maybe this wouldn't have happened to you." She waved a hand in the direction of the frozen image of the naked woman trying to get to her hands and knees, while video Nolan glared down at her, an insane glint in his eye.

Karen went on with what she had been saying. "I have you on video, raping an employmate, threatening her family with harm, possibly death. I have discovered a series of missing employmates from camps you ran. All seven were young attractive women sentenced or signed to work for the company. After we talked to some of your old friends down in Florida we recovered the bodies of two of your victims. Your friends testified but unfortunately they couldn't cut a deal. They were hanged. After a few minutes of the SCM they told the truth and the bodies, or what was left of them was right where they said you had left them."

Karen walked back behind her desk. Watching Nolan, she imagined how he must have looked to her grand daughter. She pictured her Rita at the mercy of this man and she remembered the girl in the video. She didn't stop; she circled all the way around her desk and came back to stand in front of Nolan. "But speaking as a vice president of Nano-Tech Inc. there is no doubt that I have you for willful and unlawful dereliction of duty. You can see the shed right behind and to the right of where you were raping the woman. If you can tear yourself away from the sex, watch the sheds and the gap between the buildings there."

Nolan had the fear of God in him now as he watched, with mounting horror, as the video resumed. Video Nolan was in his moment of glory as he lorded it over the poor woman. Real time Nolan, a man who was in the middle of his greatest and most final defeat, watched the sheds in the background as video Nolan hit the girl with another shot of current, saying it was for lack of enthusiasm. He had the woman on top, forcing her to do all the work for her own rapist.

Nolan couldn't watch this any longer he cried out, "Stop, stop, it's not what it looks like. I knew that girl, it was all a game, she just liked it rough but I never raped or hurt her." Nolan told the first lie that came to him; his mind was not in the best of shape for rational thought.

Bates said nothing, she totally ignored the outburst, instead she fast forwarded the video until a minute later she stopped it. She turned to Nolan. "No, Nolan, it was not a game. You see that is Peggy Ann Brandford, she was one of the bodies we recovered." Bates spoke in a low voice with little emotion, "The body was nothing but a few bones now, no way to prove cause of death, but now we have this video. And we have the times you were at the different camps, they match the times when the girls went missing. And we have the testimony of your late friends in Florida." Bates pointed at the wall and resumed the video. It was during the part where video Nolan had told the woman to suck his cock that real Nolan saw the men run across the space between the buildings. There were six of them and they all carried huge bundles. There was a brief flash of light as the door was cracked enough to reach in and turn off the lights. Video Nolan had missed it because he had his eyes closed enjoying the efforts of his captive. The video stopped.

Karen strode to stand directly in front of Nolan, her face right in his, inches separated their noses. Nolan had never looked into eyes so filled with hate before, his manliness wilted inside him when Karen started to speak. "You worthless piece of shit, I got your sorry ass nine ways to Sunday." She stopped talking for a moment and glanced at the frozen image of video Nolan choking the poor woman with his cock. The picture seemed to re-energize her. "I'm going to pass my recommendations down to the Police Commander when I leave here tonight." Karen Bates paused for a moment, then said, "I think that they air-lock you as the means of execution on the moon but I am not sure." She waited a beat and then went on saying, "I am going to stay until I watch you gain first hand knowledge of how they kill perverts and traitors."

Nolan hadn't moved since his outburst of innocence, he leaned against the wall because his legs seemed too weak to support his weight. He was dead any way you looked at it.

As if she had read his mind Karen said, "I'd be curious to know what thoughts will be going through your head as you feel yourself start to inflate. Every organ in your body will start to blow up like a balloon. The eyes pop right away they say, the scull lasts the longest, but in the end a man is reduced to bits and pieces. Can you imagine what it must feel like? Your body tearing itself apart as the pressure inside is so much greater then the zero pressure outside. They say it is quite dramatic." Karen turned her cold hard eyes at Nolan. "Back to what I was saying, by the way, do you know what happened to Rita Carlton?"

It took Nolan a moment to realize that he was expected to answer. "Who? I don't think I know them, I mean her?"

Karen waved her hand toward the screen again. "It figures, did you know Peggy Ann's name?" When Nolan said nothing, Karen got back in his face. "Nolan, you disgust me. I don't think a fast death is bad enough for you, not even Air Locking. I hate you so much that I am going to give you a choice. I will take you back to Florida, let you work your way through the courts, at the very least it would give you a few more weeks. Here, with that video and my recommendations, you will be out the lock within two maybe three days." Karen Bates rose up to her full height standing ramrod straight she said, "Or you can put this SCM in your ass and give yourself into my custody as my prisoner."

She laid the suppository shaped machine on the table. "If you don't insert the SCM, consider the time between now and when the meeting is over, your running start. I am going to issue a warrant for your arrest for murder and take you back to Florida, or I'm going to issue a warrant for willful dereliction of duty, causing a loss of life. If you don't want to die in the next couple of days you will choose the SCM. If not then you are being a man and I will give you the respect that is due you for facing your punishment now. Either way it's your choice."

The video started again as she left the room. Nolan walked over to the desk and looked at the large suppository shape that lay there. He let himself watch the video as video Nolan face fucked the girl and the empty handed men ran back out of the compound in the background. How could he have been so stupid?

Back in the conference room, Karen walked to the podium and called the group to attention. "I have Mr. Nolan helping me on another matter so I will lead the next part of the presentation. Up until now we have only watched the timed bursts of video we get each five years. However we have received a video from the ship as it entered low orbit and the crew was awakened. I have with me tonight the first of the, inside the pod, videos of the first of our pods to land at L.I.T. World, number 6A284752."

She glanced at the door and thought the room code written there and 'Dim lights.' As the room darkened she started the video.

Year 2203, impact plus eighteen years

The monitor showed the barren surface of the dead planet below, slipping silently past the small craft as it slowed its descent, leveling out at an altitude of one kilometer, the Autopilot doing each step at the perfect time, flawlessly bringing the DoJ craft into the very low orbit it required. The computer had the cameras scanning and recording as it followed the Global Positioning Signal to the valley where the wombs were. The DoJ craft didn't have a name; it didn't need one since it was a one time use craft. It would only make this one trip; it was designed to decompose into dirt within ten years from de-activation.

The crew stirred as they were beginning to become aware, eyes opening, trying to focus, after awakening from twelve years of sleep. Though they were not aware of that fact now, they would find out shortly. Most of the crew (really that is the wrong word to describe them since they did nothing to help in the running of the ship) knew nothing other than they had been found guilty. They, each and every one of them, had chosen to be shot into space without knowing where they would be going or how long it would take to get there. They could volunteer to come here or someplace like it, or serve life without parole as an inmate in one of the hellhole prisons back on earth. That had been their choice. All three of them had thought it was one of the easiest decisions they had ever had to make. But they knew nothing about anything. Not yet.

Ellen McCain was first to rise to a sitting position, but she was joined almost immediately by Jimmy Shannon. Both of them fell back into their pods from the stabbing pain in their heads. After a few moments they tried again only more slowly giving themselves time to adjust to the movement. They moaned in unison as they stretched and yawned, each one coming to grips with the situation they were in. Ellen said, "What a fucking hang-over."

Jimmy laughed. "Suitable for the famous first words ever heard on this rock." He sent a wink and a smile at the girl sitting in the next pod. "School children will have to learn those words someday. Did you spend a lot of time coming up with that?"

It was hard to tell if the strange sound they made when they spoke was the sound sensors or if it was their throats being dry from so long in D.C.S. (Deep Cold Sleep). Ellen just let the remark slide by, besides her throat was so dry she did not relish the thought of talking. After his one smart retort Jimmy stayed silent also. The camera continued to run, capturing the silence and stillness of the small cabin. The sound of their crewmate waking up caused both the man and the woman to turn in his direction.

Archie Cummings hit the same pain barrier that his crewmates had before him and fell back into his pod. Jimmy and Ellen exchanged 'been there done that' expressions as they watched the big black man disappear back into his pod.

The young man turned to the girl, "How old are you?"

"It depends," she answered, "If you are talking about how old I was in time lived, before I was frozen, than I'm twenty. However until we play the records back and find out how long we were frozen, I don't know."

"Well I guess that doesn't matter much since we are waking up the same age as we were when we were frozen. I'm nineteen, or I was nineteen when I was frozen." He led her eyes with his own when he looked at Archie's pod. "He has to be forty years old if he is a day. That's the right age to be our father. Do you think they wanted that sort of relationship between us?"

"It don't matter what the fuck they want." The voice from the pod was followed by two hands grabbing the sides and pulling the big man to a sitting position. The man's face was the color of old leather, a deep dark brown. His eyes held the light of intelligence, tempered with humor, when he continued, "We proved that we would go beyond the known world to get away from those assholes. So since they are the ones who put us here, why should we give a shit about what they think, now that we are out of their reach?" The man climbed from the sleeping pod and went to the first aid cabinet where he retrieved something. The camera followed the man as he walked toward it until his hand blotted the picture out as he placed tape over the lens. While they couldn't see, everyone heard the man's voice as he said, "For better or worse, we are on our own from now on." And then the sound stopped also.

Karen Bates stopped the video.

"We are pretty sure we set some kind of record with this performance. It took this company less then ten minutes, nine minutes and twenty-one seconds according to the video, to go from settled by man to rebellion." While she laughed out loud, the group felt that it would be wrong to join in. It wasn't a funny laugh. "Hell they hadn't even landed when they began to plot against us." Totally enraged the woman clutched the podium on each side, her knuckles white with the intensity of her feelings she leaned over the podium to glare her anger directly at the people seated around the table. "They had help. Somebody here in this room has been leaking information to our enemies." One by one she pinned them with her eyes like bugs to a mounting board.

"I want whoever it is to know that I will hang him out to dry before this is over. This is the moon, you aren't on earth anymore. You are on private property and you are breathing company air. You feed and clothe your families with your company paychecks. And yet one or more of you have betrayed me and the company. I have just finished talking to another person who has proven himself to be a traitor to me and to the company I work for." Turning her thoughts toward her temporary office she got a reading from the SCM. She thought a command and heard a scream come from down the hallway where the office was located. 'Well, ' she thought, 'that answers one question.'

"Wait here, I'll be right back," she told the group as she walked out of the conference room and turned and headed toward the office where Nolan was waiting.

Nolan had thought about whether to insert the thing or not. He knew what it meant to have that damn thing inside you. Plus this one was newer then the one he had used to control the women with. He picked it up and held it in his hands feeling the texture of the metal, how the warmth seemed to radiate from inside it. It felt alive, like he could feel it wanting to move, to change. The video had remained frozen on the last scene where the broken woman, stripped of her self respect, blood leaking from her ass, tried to crawl away. Video Nolan showed no pity toward the woman.

He stripped and put the SCM at the opening of his asshole. Looking at the video he knew no jury would give a second thought to pushing him out the airlock. Nolan gave control of his life away, as he pushed the damn thing inside his ass. He had just got it as far up his ass as his fingers could push it when it shocked him like a cattle prod. He screamed and fell to the floor. All his muscles cramped so bad he was sobbing with the pain. He lay there in a fetal ball until he heard footsteps nearing the door to the office.

The door slammed open with a crash at the very moment another jolt was shot through his body. Karen stuck her head in the door and spotted Nolan on the floor. "Okay, now you know what the woman feels like, you've had enough rest for a while, let's go."

When Nolan didn't move right away she shocked him, holding the thought for a long moment. "We had made improvements by the time the SCM program was canceled. Did your version have the burn app? You know long ago people thought that if you were bad, you went to hell where you would burn forever, never dying, just burning and suffering forever. Now there's an app for that." She thought, 'Burn, ' and Nolan started to twist and turn, and then he started to squirm and beg, and then he started to scream again. He used the desk to pull up on like a child just learning to stand. The heat in his ass felt like it was cooking the flesh. He begged Karen to turn it off. "Damn. I can't take it. Please make it stop. Please. Please. Oh god, please turn the heat off."

Karen Bates came to stand in front of him again. Her eyes were hard as she watched him squirm with the pain of being cooked from the inside. She noticed he was wet with a shiny sheen of sweat. For the first time she realized Nolan had a good body. She let him cook a moment longer while she watched and then turned the heat down. "Follow me," and she walked back down the hallway to the conference room leaving Nolan to follow her, naked and frightened out of his wits.

Steve Nolan walked into the conference room for the second time that day. This time he was butt ass naked. Head down, he was too ashamed to look anybody in the eye, he followed his new master. Less then forty minutes ago he had strode across the room to take command of the podium, now he slunk across the room, naked and harmless.

Karen Bates ignored the astonished looks of the men seated around the table. The lone woman gave her a wink and a smile. Karen pointed to a point behind and to the side of the podium and Nolan hastened to stand there. The Vice President in Charge of Planetary Seeding, tapped the podium with another one of the metal suppositories. When all eyes were on the device, she asked, "How many of you are familiar with the term SCM?" No one said anything.

Karen walked around the podium and placed the metal object on the table, she then returned to where she had stood behind the podium. She began to speak. "An SCM, or Shape Changing Machine, is a fairly new invention. It is a machine that in this case is powered by the body it lives in, drawing energy from the blood and the body's natural temperature, needing no outside power to live." She stopped and watched the faces in the room, as she picked up the SCM and attached a power supply module machine. "I know and you know it is not alive but watch this demonstration. Mr. Nolan has decided to have one just like this in his ass as we speak. In his case it is a well deserved and self administered punishment for an act he committed against my family and this company."

Nolan could hardly believe his ears, he had never met this woman or anybody in her family. He didn't have much time to dwell on the problem though as the thing in his ass began to move. He felt the thing doing the same actions as the one on the table. He could both watch and feel what the damn thing was doing to him.

Karen was an expert with mind control, having been one of its inventors some forty years earlier. She was able to control the devices and talk at the same time, something most people couldn't do. "I'll anchor the machine in place with studs," as she talked the people in the room watched in fascination as four rounded tipped studs grew from the metal shape on the table until they protruded nearly a centimeter on each side. "Now, that we are secure we can do all sorts of things with a SCM. We can change its shape from a harmless suppository into a huge dick, which can then fuck just like a real one."

Nolan could feel the studs as they stabbed into the walls of his colon. He watched in absolute horror as the machine on the table grew into a long thick cock like shape. He could feel the thing growing inside of him. Panic began to lick around the edges of his mind, and then the fucking began. He shifted from foot to foot, he squirmed around and danced but the thing kept making those long slow strokes. Nolan was free as a bird, totally unbound but he was helpless against the thing inside of him.

The group around the table was torn between watching the shape on the table stretching and thrusting as it lay untouched on the table, and the man being invisibly fucked in front of them.

Seemingly oblivious, to the squirmy dance taking place behind her, Karen Bates continued with her speech, "Mr. Nolan likes rough sex, I've seen movies of him in action and believe me he likes it rough." The machine on the table started to jump as it jerked into such violent thrusting motions. She heard Nolan have the air knocked out of him by the violence of the fucking he was taking now. She turned to watch, the memory of the other video fresh in her mind. Nolan started to plead with his eyes and then with his mouth begging openly for her to stop. She let the machine drop back to its original speed, but the memory of her grandchild's misery made her enlarge it ten percent.

"But Mr. Nolan and I will have the rest of his life to figure out what he likes, and what he dislikes. Won't we Mister Nolan?" she looked Nolan in the eye, "especially what he dislikes." Karen Bates gave her attention back to the group around the table, once again pushing the image of the naked, slow fucked, man from her mind. "A SCM is made up of over a million nano-bots each one independent from the others yet all able to unite to perform tasks. So it can become a flexible thin walled tube that can line the insides of a man's or woman's guts. Allowing for it to breathe, allowing blood to flow through, and waste to pass, it becomes a part of the person. It was designed to be a self contained prison to be permanent for the worst of the worst offenders. But it was deemed inhumane and was discontinued."

Vice President Bates turned to look at Nolan. "We were studying how to make a population of prisoners behave in a controlled manner, so we needed thousands of the SCMs. The program lasted through six years of testing after development, so there were possibly as many as forty thousand of the units made. Nolan here got hold of a few and used them to control and rape women who worked for the company under him." Karen's eyes raked the man, her anger making the machine go faster, and then for the moment she was able to push the hate back. She allowed the SCM to go back to its slow fucking speed. The SCM on the table looked like a huge dildo as it lay on its side thrusting like a cock fucking.

A man reached across the table and picked the SCM up using two fingers as if he didn't want to soil his hands, and disconnected the power lead. Realizing it was clean and dry he took it in both hands and held it up for the men sitting round the table to see. "You guys know me, I've been here for a while and I know what company policy will allow and what it won't." Wilburn Black looked at the naked man still grunting and moving sore from the fucking. "This isn't company policy, and I for one, am not going to be a party to it. I'm going to com center and let headquarters know what kind of shit is going on here." Black threw the metal object on the table and turned to leave the room. A rumble of discontent rose from the men at the table, several stood to leave with their new found leader.

"Gentlemen," Karen Bates' voice in a conversational tone continued, "I have a message for each of you in the case of this very situation." That stopped them dead, forcing them to listen to this witch of a woman. "You should each check your personal data port using your personal passcode. There will be a company memo there from your superior advising you what actions to take. But please gentlemen, let me save you some time and tell you what is happening."

The men reluctantly sat back down in their appointed places and waited for her report. Nolan, while not unaware of his nakedness was able to put it from his mind as he leaned forward to hear, the SCM grinding and pushing into his ass. Still he wanted to hear what Bates had to say. The other woman in the room listened as intently as the men, as if she had not heard the story before either.

Karen Bates spoke slowly each word clear and distinct. "As you now know our pods have arrived on target and on time. That is a great accomplishment in and of itself, and we should all be proud of the job we have done." She waved her arm in an arc as if saluting each of them. "Most of you have done an excellent job. You have a right to be proud. However right now we can't dwell on our past accomplishments; we face grave challenges in the next few years." The room was electric in anticipation; every eye trained on Karen every ear straining to hear her words. Karen resumed her report. "Twelve years and twenty-six days ago, one of our pods malfunctioned; it released its crew from deep cold sleep prematurely."

Every man in the room knew that was a death sentence on the crew. There was a general sharp intake of air as if all of the men found it hard to breathe at the same time. Wilburn Black stood again and said, "Ms. Bates, I cannot sit and listen to anything until I know what is going on with this man. Might I suggest that we take a short break and give us time to check that report from our superiors?"

Karen knew when to bend and Wilburn Black was a man of some conviction it seemed, she was impressed with his courage and she respected his tact. But she had to make the point that she was in charge here now. If Black was willing to call her on the treatment of Nolan then there is where she would make her point. "Nolan," the word came out almost like a bark.

Nolan quickly answered, "Yes, Ms. Bates?"

"While your fellow workers find out what a pervert you are, I want you to go get me a hot cup of coffee." Nolan thought that there was a gleam of pleasure in her eye when she finished. "By the way until I say different, you are wearing your uniform right now. You don't deserve to have any pride after what you did to those women. Now see how fast you can get your naked ass down to the canteen and back and get a low-grav lid on it too."

"Yes, Ms. Bates." Nolan turned and started to walk from the room.

Karen's thoughts made the dildo grow larger as it slow fucked him, watching her grand-daughter's rapist and murderer miss a step when the SCM started growing inside of him.

Nolan tried not to show what was happening, but the thing was so fucking big, and each step forced it to move in a different way inside him. He could see the woman and several of the men watching him intently. He wanted so bad to just fold up into a small enough ball that he could disappear. Instead he tried to walk as the cock that lived inside of him slow fucked him with deep long strokes.

Karen wanted to take all his pride from him like he had did to her grand daughter, she pictured in her head a large knot forming on the SCM so that it would rub against Nolan's prostate. Thinking, 'Vibrate, ' she watched until Nolan started to get erect. "Nolan", she called his name forcing him to turn and face her, revealing to everyone his erection, "When I said hurry, I meant run."

Nolan had never felt so low in his life. He started off at a trot down the hallway, through the double air-lock doors and into the general public area. With the big dildo slow fucking him every step of the way while his own cock proclaimed how much he liked it. He had thought he could take this but now it had gotten so bad so fast that he was not sure anymore. Luckily it was a professional workplace and there were no children about but there were young girls working as sectaries and there were young men who did the work of maintaining the facilities and launching equipment. He kept his head down and tried to ignore the remarks made about him.

Once inside the canteen Nolan was pleased to see there were only two security guards present, he walked down the side of the room hoping that they might not notice his nudity. One of the guards got to his feet and started in a direction that would intersect Nolan at the coffee machine. "What is wrong with you? Mr. Nolan, you can't come in here like that. Now get yourself back to your quarters and get dressed." The guard was a man he recognized, Nolan had written him up for leaving his job early one afternoon. There had been an outburst on the guard's part and Nolan had had him suspended for two weeks without pay.

"I'm following orders, I have to remain naked," Nolan explained.

But the guard smelled blood in the water and saw his chance for evening the score with the chickenshit, arrogant, ass that caused him so much grief. He motioned for his friend to join him as he stepped closer his hand on his shock wand. "Well, I don't know about that but I know that you can't come out in the corridors naked. These are considered public areas and you are violating the law." The guard reached out to take him arm, his partner drawing his wand as he stood beside the first guard.

Nolan jerked his arm back from the guard and said. "Call the conference room ask for Karen Bates, you know who that is don't you? That's her picture hanging by the main entrance to this place," Nolan laughed, "but on the other hand, you just lock me up and explain to her where her coffee is when she asks you. You might be dressed like me before the day is over."

The guard was a little less sure of himself now but he really wanted to get this asshole. "If she wants you, she can come down to the jail and get you." He grabbed Nolan's arm again and this time Nolan could not pull away. When Nolan resisted the second guard hit him with the stun wand and Nolan hit the deck.

As Nolan came back to the land of the living, the first sensation he felt was the SCM still slow stroking, It was disturbing but it was also beginning to feel normal, it didn't hurt as it had at first. He lay there with his eyes closed until he felt alert and then opened them to see Karen Bates staring down at him. She had an expression on her face like she might have had if she had found shit on her shoes. "Sorry for any trouble Nolan might have caused you men." Bates leaned down over his face and said in his ear, "You got thirty minutes to talk one of these men into letting you give them a blow job. If you don't then I am going to burn your ass for two hours, starting in forty-five minutes."

Karen stood up and addressed the guards together. "Is it just you two working tonight?"

Both men nodded their head and muttered, "Yes ma'am."

"Let Nolan get his bearings a bit and then send him back to the conference room, thirty minutes should be enough. Leave the wrist restraints on, but put his hands behind his back." Karen took a certain satisfaction from knowing how embarrassing this was going to be for Nolan. 'Rita, ' she thought, 'this is just the beginning of him paying for what he did to you.' She caused the SCM to go into dormant mode, then as an after thought she jacked the heat up to where Nolan would know she was not bluffing.

When Karen got back to the conference room all the other men had reclaimed their seats, setting silent and thoughtful. "Wilburn Black, did you get the information that you needed to allow this meeting to go on?"

Wilburn nodded his head never looking up from the table.

"Did Nolan have a girlfriend or sweetheart?" Karen asked. Nobody answered. "Listen people, I am going to earth tonight on a special flight, I'm taking Nolan back with me. If he has a girlfriend or special person in his life then I want that person to be here and know what is happening."

Wilburn said. "He has a girlfriend; she works over in legal, building sixty-one if I am not mistaken. I don't know her name but she is about thirty or so and has blonde hair."

"Call over there and have her sent here ASAP," Karen ordered, taking her place behind the podium. "Now where were we before we had to take the break? Oh yes, it was the contamination of the Dept Of Justice pods. As you may not be aware of this, I think you should know that Nolan was in charge of the northern section of the Florida camps."

Everybody looked up at her from the table now. She had their interest.

Wilburn said, "She will be right over. Her name is Linda Kinsey, she's a lawyer."

"Thank you Mr. Black, I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you that you will be taking over Nolan's position." Karen gave the table time to soak that up and then went on. "I made that decision on the way you showed leadership here today. You have my respect and I have great expectations for you. Congratulations on your promotion."

Karen gave the men a minute to congratulate their new boss, hoping that the Kinsey girl would show up before she had to restart the meeting. To her relief she saw the young lady walk through the door just as she had started to begin without her.

"Mr. Black, would you please escort Ms. Kinsey down to security and let her say good bye to Mr. Nolan. I will want to have a private chat with you before we leave tonight." Bates dismissed the matter of Black and Linda Kinsey. She turned to the table and began to speak, watching the two of them leave. "I will be leaving tonight on a company shuttle and will arrive on earth in two days, when I get there I will go to Florida and find out for myself what has gone on down there in the last few years." Bates scanned the table, there was a traitor here, she knew that, but the rest of the men sitting at the table were her team, the people she had to depend on to do the work up here while she went to Florida. She decided to level with them a bit more.

"We sent these pods out to seed the planets with human clones, we sent three people with each pod to help the three hundred clones learn how to survive. We didn't expect them to have time to build a culture. We expected them to build their domes and make two hundred different camps with three hundred people in each camp. We wanted a place where air and water would be waiting for us, as well as a labor force, when we got there in another fifty years. Our expectations were that they would welcome us with open arms. Instead after Mr. Nolan's mishandling of the camps, we may very well be facing an armed welcome. The thought that each pod was stocked with the same information, leads some of us to think that maybe each pod will know about the others. We don't know what their capabilities are because we don't know what books and teachings are on each pod." She was interrupted by loud sobbing and crying coming from the passage way.

Wilburn Black helped a sobbing Linda Kinsey to a chair and got her a glass of water, he then turned to Karen Bates, saying, "I don't think I have ever been so wrong about a man." Wilburn shook his head as though he had seen something he could not believe he saw. "I had always thought that Steve Nolan was an okay sort of guy; he did his job and he looked out for his people." He stood behind the chair that Linda was sitting in. "But to do something like that in front of your woman." He moved to take a chair himself like he needed to get off his feet before he fell.

"Mr. Black, since my meeting is completely disrupted maybe you could tell all of us what is going on?" Karen let him hear an edge to her voice.

"Ms. Bates, I took Ms. Kinsey down to security and when we walked in we saw Nolan, still naked, on his knees sucking the cock of the guard." Wilburn was uncomfortable talking about this kind of subject especially in front of the three women in the room.

"What?" Karen exclaimed, trying to act outraged and surprised, "That son of a bitch, I knew he was no good when he walked in the room this morning." She offered the sobbing girl some comfort. "I am so sorry for your loss, but you should be glad to learn what sort of man he is before you make the mistake of getting too involved with him."

Karen addressed Black again, "Did you know he was gay?"

"No, of course not." Black shook his head as though the thought that he would have condoned that sort of behavior was unheard of, "But according to the guards he was way beyond being gay. They both told me that he was begging to suck their dicks, and when they told him to go to hell he started to offer them money. The younger of the two finally relented and let he give him a blow job after he paid him nine hundred credits." Black's anger was too great to allow him to sit still while he talked, he stood up and paced the room. "The asshole didn't even stop when we walked into the room; he kept sucking cock in front of this young woman. The man has no shame, I was wrong to ever defend a creature like him, he deserves what he gets, and maybe more."

"Rest assured that he will get what he deserves when we get back down to Florida. I am going to find out every secret that sorry excuse for a man has, when I am done we will know everything there is to know about what has happened. Then I am going to see him hanged until he is dead." She was ready now for the finial blow that would kill any allies Nolan might have had here. "This is a video of Nolan raping an employmate at one of the camps." As she talked she lay her phone on the table and started the video. "He also raped and murdered my grandchild, Rita Carlton. I suspect she was treated in a similar manner before he decided to kill her." Karen paused long enough for her sadness to show before she resumed. "He is the reason this whole mess got started, he has put the entire project in jeopardy, it is up to us to find out how serious the damage is. I, for one, feel that this is the most important work I have ever been involved in, with the future of humanity itself at stake." She had already become background noise as the men and women in the room were transfixed by the acts being committed on the screen.

Her mission here was done now, Nolan was history and would not be missed by anyone. She was free to get to earth and force Nolan to introduce her to everybody he had had any relations with. Meanwhile the pods and the people they carried was doing god knows what, and they had been doing it for twelve years now. Half a generation already gone, if all was going as planned there would be hundreds of children running around under domes full of air. Whole towns could be happening as she sat here, schools would be running, but what were they teaching? Everything she had worked for her whole life was at stake, she had to completely break Nolan and learn everything that had happened all those years ago in Florida.

Karen caught her friend's eye and then said. "Mr. Black would you be so kind as to meet with me on the shuttle. This whole thing has taken a toll on me and I need to regroup a bit before I can tell you what I need you to do while I am on earth. Once we reach the Chinese Space Station I'll have a company ship at my disposal, so I can come back if needed. However you will be my man here when I am gone and I expect you to be doing everything in your power to help me straighten this mess out before it can cause irreversible harm." Bates then told her friend and companion, the other woman to wait for her at the shuttle port with their carry on baggage. She then went back to the security office where she took control of Nolan again.

Nolan was sweating from the heat of the SCM as it simmered inside of him. His life was going to be a long series of painful experiences from here on in he thought. Once again he wondered if he would have been better off if he had chosen the airlock over this. He still had the taste of cum in his mouth and the shame of having been caught sucking cock by his girlfriend. Shame was a part of his life now it seemed since Karen Bates had came into his life. His self-pitying was put on hold when Karen Bates walked up to him.

She wasn't smiling but she did seem pleased with herself when she spoke to him. "I hope you were a good boy and swallowed what the guard gave you." She nudged the heat a bit higher, she wanted him to hurt while she was around him, because it hurt her every time she had to look at him and think of what he had did to her grandchild. The guards were embarrassed that she knew about the blow job and were afraid that they were going to get into trouble over it. They were both relieved when she told them to take Nolan to the shuttle port and place him in the pressurized cargo hold. They grabbed Nolan and started to march him to the shuttle, leaving Karen alone with her thoughts. She was tired and her job was hardly begun, she felt every one of her eighty-one years of age as she stood there.

But the job had to be done and there was nobody she trusted as well as herself to do what needed to be done. She worried about dealing with earth's gravity, after so many years at the space station in the asteroid belt under low gravity conditions and she was right to worry. She had to find her daughter and she had to avenge her grandchild, and save several worlds from self-destruction. She felt in her bones that this could be her last mission and she wanted so bad to go out a winner. She shook off her self doubts and walked toward the shuttle port.